Harry potter galactic empire

Since coming to this world, in the year 2333 of the Galactic Republic (the year 8012 of the Wizard's Silver Age), Lin Mo has never been so angry.

Indeed, he has forgotten all his relatives and friends in the past, and occasionally feels that fate is unfair and unfair, but life has to go on. He worked hard to meet the training requirements for mercenaries on the Aiur star, became inactive at his age, and became a sea snake.

A member of the team has walked on the edge of life and death more than once, trying his best to help Captain Dog and the others eliminate bugs.

After being rescued by Professor Xikelea and receiving the acceptance letter and discovering the existence of the wizarding world, except for a few special circumstances, he suffered an emotional breakdown (being affected by the breath of dementors when the Wizarding Express docked at the Forbidden Star, and disappearing from the Come and Go Room)

The other side of the cabinet was affected by the nameless shadow of the sea of ​​fire), and he was always in a good mood.

Even though he was not welcome in Slytherin, even though the naughty children came to disturb him every now and then, and even though he couldn't figure out why Quirrell didn't have a hood on his head, he was still in a good mood.

After all, with the addition of magic during the Galactic Era, the world view has collapsed and been reconstructed twice, and he is already quite open-minded about many rights and wrongs.

Besides, there are so many courses to learn, plus various magical skill trainings. If he puts his mind to it and sets high standards for himself, life at Hogwarts is already quite fulfilling. In addition, he still has to worry about the Dark Lord and Harry, so it's not that difficult.

A very emotional time.

Until noon today, he felt like he had completely exploded.

As agreed, he went to the corridor on the sixth floor once a week with the unfinished magic map, and when he was about to meet Mr. Street Lamp to discuss the current situation and improve the map, he found that Mr. Street Lamp had only a solitary head on the ground.

There was no sound everywhere, it looked like a piece of junk abandoned in a corner, with all the lampposts and arms missing.

"Mr. Streetlight?! How could this happen?!"

"Ah...Mr. Lin Mo," the weak voice of the immobile street lamp was as dull as its wick:

"I must have been hit by some spell. I'm not very familiar with these magics... When I woke up, I was lying here unable to move... Is there something wrong with my body? And I seem to feel

It’s not even up to my arm.”

Because the lamppost and lamp arm were missing and could not be bent or turned, Mr. Street Lamp could not even confirm whether its body was still there.

"Your..." Lin Mo was stuck in his throat, and the angry blood spurting in his head hit his cochlea. He carefully picked up Mr. Street Lamp's remaining lampshade, and tried his best to joke: "Your body seems to be missing.

.”

He glanced around. In the empty corridor, no other components of the street lamp could be seen, and there were no special traces.

"So that's the case, no wonder..." Street Lamp said weakly.

"Do you know who did it? Or you can still sense other parts. I will help you find it!" Lin Mo said.

"It doesn't seem possible," the streetlight flickered slightly: "I can't feel it... Mr. Lin Mo, my magic power has been passing away, and I seem to be going to sleep... Sorry, there is still the last part of the interesting map that I haven't finished for you..."

Its wick flickered a few times and went out completely.

"Mr. Streetlight? Mr. Streetlight!"

Lin Mo gently shook the rusty street lamp. The extinguished magic street lamp looked just like ordinary lamps. Except for the mottled rust and paint layers, ordinary lamps had been abandoned long ago.

But no matter how Lin Mo called, the street lights failed to light up again.

The vision seemed to be covered with a layer of red.

Not caring about looking for other lost components, he immediately went to find Dumbledore with the extinguished street lamp. Mr. Street Lamp once said that Dumbledore had improved the wick magic of the magic street lamp. However, in front of the principal's office on the eighth floor,

, the ugly stone statue told him in a sharp voice that Dumbledore was not in school at this time.

In anger, he even wanted to blow up the ugly stone statue.

But he ran out of time. Mr. Street Lamp's lampshade had gradually turned cold after losing the brilliance of the wick.

What should he do?! Alchemy is an elective course for senior students. He didn't know who the professor was. In desperation, Lin Mo had no choice but to find a teacher he was familiar with nearby. He ran all the way to Professor Xikelea's office.

God forbid, Siklea happened to be in the office and did not leave to steal dessert from the kitchen.

"Lin Mo? Why do you look like this?"

"Please help me!" Lin Mo said.

He didn't have the intention to look closely at Xiklea's office. He just glanced at it. He felt that it was a very beautiful room, but there were too many books, candies, biscuit boxes and other things that were placed randomly, making it look a bit messy.

"Professor, can you help me take a look at this magic street lamp? Other parts of its body seem to have been dismantled. When I found it, it said it was going to sleep and then went out. No matter how I tried to tell it, it couldn't light up. Please help me.

Help it."

"Don't worry, you sit down first." Xicklea grabbed her white wand.

She took the street lamp and recited a few incantations silently at it, and then checked it carefully. Her expression didn't look heavy.

This made Lin Mo feel a little relieved.

"This is a very powerful magic lamp," Xikelea praised: "The magic used to create it is quite profound and is not my area of ​​expertise, but I think it can be repaired and it is indeed in a dormant state.

"

"Can it be repaired?!"

"Yeah," Xicklea nodded:

"However... because it involves profound alchemical magic, I cannot repair it with simple repair techniques. And as far as I know, if you want to repair such a magical creation, it is best to use its own components."

"I think I've seen it before. It's a street lamp, right? Where are its lamp posts and arms?" she asked.

"I don't know... maybe it was lost somewhere, but I will definitely be able to find it!" Lin Mo couldn't help but feel sad and happy. When he heard that Mr. Street Lamp could be repaired, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart dropped.

.

As long as it can be repaired, he will definitely find a way. As for other components...

"Let me give it a try," Xiklea cleared her throat and opened the office door.

"The lamppost is coming!" She waved her wand very hard and recited the "flying" spell clearly and loudly. However, after a while, despite Lin Mo's expectation, the lamppost did not appear.

This shows that the lamppost was not randomly discarded in a corner of the castle.

"When I inspected this street lamp, I saw some traces of the Schism," she explained:

"The items split by the splitting spell will not be completely destroyed. If other parts of the street lamp have not been destroyed, they should be hidden in places that cannot be reached by the spell, in separate rooms, etc. Otherwise, my flying spell should be able to

Summon those components, but unfortunately the magic of Hogwarts is too strong and many spells cannot extend too far."

"Thank you anyway."

Lin Mo thanked him solemnly, took the street lamp and left. Since it could be repaired, he was no longer in a hurry to find Dumbledore or the alchemy professor. The most important thing now was to find the other missing parts of Mr. Street Lamp first.

He first went back to the place where the incident occurred and inspected it in detail.

There were indeed no scattered components in the empty corridor and around. He asked about a few more nearby paintings. No one in the scrolls noticed any useful clues. It seemed that they had been taken away deliberately.

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He carefully put the extinguished street lamp into the box.

In the deserted dormitory, he clenched his fists tightly with both hands.

Breaking the magic street lamp and taking away other parts, who did it?!

Mr. Streetlight guides many students in the castle on weekdays. He has a very good temper and respects everyone at all times. Even when he is about to extinguish the light, he is still thinking about the magic that he failed to complete for him.

Map, what kind of person in this school would kill such a magic street lamp?!

So...this is not an act directed at Mr. Streetlight.

This is directed at him.

Lin Mo entered the soy sauce state three times in a row before he calmed down.

Is the splitting spell...

very good……